Why?  Die!



[Royce Da 5'9"]

As the clock ticks, we knock off the block quick

Chip off the ol' block of the sixty Steve's{?} our pops

We – will stick you for your cheese to receive our props (yeah)

Believe it or not, we not evil, we fiendin to stop

We – we cryin out to the dire amounts of survival

We not desired to beef, just inspired the spiral

beneath the – dirt for every stem in the grass

Memories pass, I keep 'em workin, a vile stem in the hash

He will – kill a killer feelin like he's killin himself (uhh)

He's feelin himself but not that killer but he's that killer himself (yeah)

He's spendin his last, fiendin lookin to turn this cash raw

It's like, Felix Trinidad turnin a glass jaw

No, please!  You're not that broke thief

I used to approach you like you would've approached me (why?)

cause you was just like me.



[Chorus]

What would you do if you knew what he knew?

If you went through, what he been through

If you get him will he come back to get you?

Would you lose, would he lose?

What would you do if he as real as me and you now?

As me and you now, now see it through

Deep in your heart you like to snake and probably fool

But, we in the streets so – no no no



[Royce Da 5'9"]

Yo, panic and both of us stiff as mannequins, we speak

We – both got rules to the streets we keep if you cross and we creep

We – we even cold in the coffin with sheets

We – was taught in the streets what we FOUGHT, our thoughts and beliefs

We – front on we actors; we love the next nigga

'bout as much as we love our guns and we'll DITCH our guns if we hafta

Our religion is we niggaz that's livin

We believe in the Lord, while we unsure 'bout the way it was written

We – focus on what niggaz focus on us

The beam or scope is on us, we teens that just hope to grow up

Uhh, I know the shit I said it hundreds of times

Would this bun or this .9 switch with the hands of a one-of-a-kind?

Hell naw!



[Chorus]



[skit of Royce in club plays to fade]